Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Au Pairs to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
Lebanon Hanover,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.